Alison.
One track played top down
Renault Fuego
Last chrysalis century
sang the song of
Lies through broken teeth
PraySatellite sisters pray
Play make-believe bombed out brothers
The future is here
Tomorrow was our lucky day
where’s your lucky day
Twisting from the wreckage not knowing where to go
Unsure of where to be
Where we could fit in this piece time
All crying for an epic matinee
A final solid
Transforming skies to freefall
Silk parachutes
Red green blue sailed boats
Those clipped town horizons slate grey
Sunday rain
daddy long legs danced
pebble-dashed hope till death
hung it’s cloak on your frail shoulders
With concrete reality
Well here’s your lucky day
Pissed on the stairwell
madness could break you,
into you, china doll
Helicopter ride
Burning barrels barter a silence
That won’t descend
Surrender no option
These could be days or years
A veil of tears explode in doubt
Seconds rent life from time
Reality’s corners lit
To and fro corner to bar to..
That can’t be bought back
So cheaply sold the bullet
The best of you blown away
Like dust from a butterfly’s wing
16 comments:
This is wild and wonderful! Don't think I could read it too many times ... MY lucky day.
I get a sense of the metallic reading this, TFE. My favorite line, 'Seconds rent life from time,' resonates as a somber dirge.
That last verse Eej - it has such resonance for me - I want to frame it and put it on my notice board.
Wonderful stuff.
Sad poem TFE, lots of music in it, the last line is brilliant, I love that image of the lost butterfly dust.
Great
Those clipped town horizons slate grey
I can't get over that line. What a sad poem, tho. Your link is up
TFE, the last line hit ME like a bullet. The whole piece resonates with the "butterfly effect": the consequences of actions, individual and collective, the price paid, "the best of you" being blown away. I am. Powerful stuff, very Ginsberg, a great read!
"the best of you blown away like dust from a butterfly's wing".. fucking YEH!... *excuse the obscenity, but in this case I think it was called for!
ooh.. also the verse with the slate roofs.. reminded me of dylan.. the welsh dude, not the folk singer!
Full of angst and sadness. Heavy but wonderful.
Really great, TFE! Love the intermingling of religious references in a pastiche of a sort of 80s heyday. The "butterfly wings" are such a delicate and contrasting image agains all the harsh, vividness of what comes before.
Kat
My God, there's a whole novel in there. Leaving Cert students will be dissecting this in a few years and wondering what you're on.
A feast of allusion and image, and like Jeanne Iris, a harsh, metallic edge to it - then the sublime beauty and sadness of those final lines,
"The best of you blown away
Like dust from a butterfly’s wing"
You are the dude.
Legends of the (urban) fall.
So much of the poem is allusive via a series of powerful but fragmentary images. I'm reading more 'Oliver's Army' here than 'Alison'! Are we back in a lost corner of another republic here?
daddy long legs danced
pebble-dashed hope
Very evocative of a short lived life...
Lordy! What a mash of imagery and sound and sad sense.I love the last line, too, but it's the twisting from the wreckage and the freefall that are haunting me.
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